Just got thinking; at what point does one term a crush a scary stalker-y obsession? Must we have a candlelit shrine of devotion, or hover creepily outside their back doors? Does the fact that I have more than one corporeal friend and a passable level of social acceptablity make me 'normal'?
One of my housemates counted over 25 pictures of Keira Knightley on my walls a while back. Okay, so I'm relatively pretentious and decorative in this kind of way, but even I find this a little weird. Should I don my non-paedo anorak and cast myself into the murky depths of delusional fantasising?
Watched Graham Norton last night and realised how much I am totally in love with Gillian Anderson. British, smart (so what if I think she is Scully), beautiful and gets hotter with age.
Back in happy little fantasy...
